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My name is John Wiseley, and I was born in 1972 in Grand Rapids, Michigan. It was then a small rural community; I fear that the small town feeling that it produced when I was being reared has altered significantly in the last twenty years or so. My parents

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Living fully: 1 of 53
When I'm a ManWhen I'm a man I used to sayI'll still have fun and rule the dayI won't be coarse and spread dismayOr worry bout the bills to payI wouldn't fret the little thingsLike daily bread that money bringsOr gas and cars and fender dingsNot even low lead when it pingsI wouldn't moan when tennis shoesCost twice as much as... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Challenges of love: 19 of 252
Watchful HeartEvery life is touched by love and it tests your soulFor though it's given freely, its loss exacts a tollWhen love exists it has no rival from other human traitsWe're softly caught and warmly sought, all else simply waitsWhen love is the bond, the entire world's a displayThere's warmth in the night and depth in t... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Illusions: 5 of 52
What Big EyesOnce upon a midnight blearyWhile I stumbled drunk but cheeryI listened left and listened rightMy eyes were locked in total frightA groaning, growling, gnarly rumbleLeft me weak and feeling humbleA sweating brow soiled my feetEnvisioned demons in the streetThe trees and bushes seemed to breatheAs only senses can d... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Coming of age: 3 of 26
The Apprentice BaiterEven when he was a boyHe knew he loved the seaThe closeness of it brought him joyIt was his place to beThen he noticed fishing boatsAnd deck hands working on themBriskly mending nets and floatsThey fired the passion in himHe saw the posting for two handsAnd asked which need was greaterSomeone who swabs an... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Humorous: 58 of 478
Hey SailorShe said, "If you're looking for a real good timeYou show me yours and I'll show you mineIf that gets you going and thinking of moreThere's a room with a bed, or right here on the floor"So we stripped to the buff in a flurry of motionShe grabbed the cream and I grabbed the lotionWe dumped it and rubbed it for a flig... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Nonsense: 21 of 140
Natures VoiceOh the bliss of flatulationLonely flight of doomed migrationYoung and old, short and tallThe wrenching spasm frees them allWith gasping cries from all those nearThey breathe the air that once was clearA thousand voices to its claimBut not a note to bring it fameFrom the muffled squeak of a cuddled cheekTo a roari... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Appreciate your life: 8 of 47
Wild Irish RowsHe sat like a king at the top of his DeereBut today he was pale and looked a bit queerHe had partied all night, drinking toast after toastWith a little more color he'd pass for a ghostHe was farmer and Irish to all that he knewIn charge of farming the acres in viewHis life was enriched by his love for the landT... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Home for the holidays: 3 of 16
Twas the Night before HumbugA rainbow is only colored lightAnd Christmas Eve is just a nightThe tree that costs four bucks a footWill die next week, it has no rootThe clothes and toys we ran to buyDestroyed the budget til mid JulyThe odds of giving a gift that remainsAre as good as forgetting a hemorrhoid painThe friends of m... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: History: 11 of 53
Pale HorseThe end is near, the reaper is hereAnd so we live our last earth yearWe ate the food and drank the wineAnd left nothing for the rest in lineWe spoiled the land, the air and waterAnd passed it on to son and daughterWe left nothing to be desiredMaterial things we so admiredWe raped and pillaged and envied our neighbor... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Finding yourself: 63 of 255
On the OutsideI'm so different, I'm so wrongI'm so lonely, it's been so longSince we were together, and now we're apartAnd with my new life I must startThe things I do, the clothes I wearThe way I act, do I really careBut I must change if I expect to fitIs that what I want, is that really itEverything I've done hasn't changed... More..